Cows. Good neighbors? Or thugs in the making?
We next camped somewhere around South Fork, in an intense thicket of stickery bushes. We encountered these beasts talking back and forth to each other in some sort of coded speech that sounded kind of like moaning. This one appeared to be the ringleader. You can see she stands out from the crowd (show off!).
It was here that one of my cats decided to go AWOL for an entire day. I called and called, and she totally ignored me. Finally, four hours after I had wanted to hit the road, she ran up to the RV meowing pathetically for entry as if I had callously abandoned her in the wild. I hesitated to let her in, frankly, because I felt it was quite possible she had been lured to the enemy side while she was away and was now infiltrating our home for nefarious purposes.